The rough waters of the ocean swayed beneath the rickety vessel as the lone pirate Minho stepped onboard. The smell of salt and damp wood was thick in the air, laced with the ever-present threat of danger. As he scanned the deck, Minho's sharp eyes landed on the figure of a person huddled in a corner of the ship.

"Who are you?" Minho called, his gruff voice echoing through the cavernous hold.